Pantheria Pound {Adopt a Character-Open) VOTE!!!

[Lady Masquerade]

((But on the code it shows the pink one. And how did I not get the pink when it's form was just like the green? Sorry, I'm just wondering ^^))

[pacificcc]

It's fine. Take the pink. I messed everything up, sorry.

[oTterBox. :o)]

Username: Cadycatt
Image:

Name: No Name
Gender: Female
Preferences: Love her, collect art of her.
Other: A Female Timber Wolf.

[Lady Masquerade]

It's fine. Take the pink. I messed everything up, sorry.

Oh no worries hun! I understand how it is. When my adoption agency first started I couldn't get anything right. lol ^^

[Pachuri]

Waiting til next round

[Winterfaux]

Oooh~ I'm loving that timber wolf girlie. You're donations are open correct? I have a fox char that needs a home

[ika;]

Username: Ikaaaaaaaaa
Name: Call me Ika? :3
Link to Character Page/Website: http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=10&t=173910&start=0
Cave Number: 5
Creature Image:
Creature Name: Sheera
Creature Gender: Female
Personality: The best word to describe Sheera is quite possibly, sweet. She is well-mannered and knows when respect is due and when to give it- and can be very self-sacrificial. She's very defensive about her family, it isn't all that extraordinary but she loves them anyway. Saying this, Sheera never backs down from a fight; oddly enough, she can hold her own amongst a scrap with those bigger than her. As soon as it's clear that the other being is taking her seriously, she's perfectly nice. As soon as you break through the outer shell of skitty, nervous behaviour, she is hugely affectionate. She's exceptionally intelligent, and very logical in her thought process. Subtlety is her style, but if honest and direct works best she has no fear of using that either. If one of higher rank has her respect, she'll obey without question. Sheera sees herself as part of a greater whole, and is willing to do what it takes to keep the machine running. As long as she likes the rest of the machine, of course. She's a dreamer, hopelessly romantic, and she would be an extremely faithful mate, and expect exactly the same for her mate. Her morals are sometimes a bit odd, but she holds everyone else to the same standards.
Backround:

Being a Fennec Fox, Sheera was brought up in the desert. That's all her parents and her ever knew- being just a small pinpoint in such a vast ocean of sand, they simply refered to it as 'desert'. Growing up with no siblings, Sheera became very close to her mother and father, much prefering their company than going out on ventures. The days were blisteringly hot, but merry Sheera spent them chasing shadows that flickered in the breeze. The nights were icy cold, but Sheera listened to stories her mother told her about the vast, endless sands, storing them in her mind.

When she grew older, it became apparent that Sheera had a thirst for knowledge, always the first to ask 'why' or investigate into something she didn't know. At the tender age of six months old, Sheera knew all the plants in her desert home, how to nibble the prickly pear cacti for moisture at the bottom where the spines were thinnest, how to press her ear to the sand and listen for water, and how to lick the salt on the sand's surface for minerals when she felt weak.

Everything seemed right for Sheera in her cubhood. It was when she grew to a year old that things started to change. Waking one morning and flexing her thin legs, Sheera found herself alone in the burrow. After a moment's calm thinking, she decided that her parents would not leave her for no good reason without waking her, so it was likely that they were not coming back for her. This simple way of thinking blocked out the painful betrayal she could have been thinking, or the dreadful loneliness; but she couldn't allow this to affect her. She knew she was a tiny youngling in the jaws of fate, and that no amount of crying could help that fact. She remembered the need to conserve liquids during the daytime, and furiously blinked away stubborn tears.

Suddenly, there was a rustle from the mouth of the burrow. She gazed at it, finding a strange white rope hanging down among the stones, jerking every minute or so. At the end was tied a hunk of red meat that smelt unfamiliar to her. Moving her muzzle closer to sniff at it, a great hand broke through the entrance and grasped her scruff, tugging her forwards. Sheera mewed in pain, struggling and kicking out with her slender legs.

She heard rough, harsh voices. Blinking her eyes to adjust to the unyielding daylight, Sheera found herself surrounded by five men dressed in white, some holding the ropes of monstrous shaggy creatures with bowed necks and legs, and a fatty hump on their backs. She had never seen camels before, and shied away from them. The hand dumped her on the baked ground, and she stared, dazed, as the men looked down on her. One nudged her with the toe of his sandal. Hissing softly, Sheera snapped her tail back and forth like an angry cat, glowering at his foot.

Their voices came again, and Sheera listened but could not understand. She was picked up again, and thrust towards one of the taller men, with gentle silver eyes. As she passed into his grip, she felt he was not like the others. He held her carefully, tucking her hindlegs underneath her and holding her to his chest. The man-with-rough-voice pointed his finger at her, and began an awful shouting. Sheera cringed back against her captor's chest. The-one-with-silver-eyes spoke now, his chest vibrating against Sheera's head as he reasoned with them.

One of the men-holding-creature grimaced, and pointed out at the desert. Man-with-rough-voice nodded angrily. Her holder shifted slightly, cradling her under his arm. He seemed to sag slightly, but turned and strode away. Bemused, Sheera scrabbled at his shirt, crying out at her destroyed home, and how she was being taken away from it and into somewhere she didn't know. Silver-Eyes lifted her, bringing her up to his face. For a minute they stared at each other, silver against misty turquoise, then a salty tear slid from his face. Sheera instinctively licked it away, as her mother had done to her so many times. "No, Silver-Eyes, you mustn't cry- you need water." She chastised him, but he only smiled half-heartedly. All he had heard was another mew.

Night fell. Silver-Eyes began to tremble. Sheera curled herself around his neck, her thick tail over his face. She too, shook like a boat on stormy seas, but Silver-Eyes had saved her, after all. Waking with dry eyes, Sheera stretched in a cat-like manner, her forelegs out before her and tail upright. She felt a finger stroke along her spine. Freezing for a moment, the fennec fox twisted around. Silver-Eyes smiled. "Hello there, little one."

It was then she knew that they'd make it out the desert, together.

Other: I love her! She's absolutely beautiful <3

I'm not sure if my form was judged or not x3

[iPawki]

Are donations open?

[pacificcc]

Donations and adoptions are open.
Ikaaaaa, pleplore one that one.
BocceF: I don't even have that wolf up for adoption.

[BPeppers]

I thought Plep won the darker pink one...?